I drove past my elementary school today

The streets were dark and quiet

Strange to think there was once a time

Where spirits of mine would riot

The image stills and the color fades in

I begin to hear the children shrieking

Ripples of creaking swings and fences

The lonely littles weeping

Years ago, the same me

Who vaguely recalls the place

Hid secrets in the plastered walls

Forever trapped in time and space

Here, the world could spin off its axis

And no one would question a thing

Here was where we bore our souls

And we let our dreams sing

As the road begins to diverge

And the setting escapes my view

My older hands that steer the wheel

Remembers the pictures they drew

I keep going, I leave it behind

It gets further and further away

Synonymous with once-vivid pictures

That now smear in blurs of gray

Although I know I won't turn around

The joyful voices will always hush

Whispering to the days of past

To the strangers who fell with us